He's tired, and it's night Trying to remain conscious The skies above are falling down on him again It's hard to breath Seamless endeavors are hard to make correctly Hides again from himself Smiling Like there is nothing wrong And apparently, he is happy But it is still hard for him to breath Falling, failing Falling down He's tired and it's night Can't come in People looking at him tries to breathe as he cries for help Wondering Gasping Trembling They won't go Near him "I'll bloom one day" Keeps thinking to himself "But not today"